Days passed in cold silence within the walls of the Joon household. News of Jennie’s accident hadn’t ventured beyond the family’s heavily guarded walls, as Lady Joon had made sure of it. Every witness—every maid, servant, and guard who knew the truth—had been eliminated, their loyalty secured through force and fear. Jungkook found satisfaction in this tight-lipped secrecy, knowing it played perfectly into his hands.
He stood at the window in his own courtyard, watching the quiet, calculating movements of the surrounding servants. Each maid who lingered nearby was another set of eyes fixed on him, each one reporting to someone else within the house. He could feel it—ever since the temple, the air had shifted. The Joons no longer saw him as the naïve young son he had once pretended to be. Now, he was a threat, an opponent lurking in plain sight.
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